Sienna never expected the campaign's female lead to be Joey Quinn—the same actress she'd clashed with at the coffee shop.
Despite Joey swapping her previous look for long, sleek dark hair, her famous features were instantly recognizable.
Across the bustling set, Joey spotted Sienna immediately.
Ever the professional under a crowd's gaze, Joey maintained a flawless smile, even offering Sienna a polite nod.
But the moment she retreated behind the scenes, she snapped at her assistant. "Who the hell is that woman? Why is she literally everywhere?"
The assistant hesitated. "I'm not exactly sure. I heard she's from Stellaris Corp, here to oversee the shoot."
Joey rolled her eyes hard.
As an established film and TV star, she found it insulting that a thirty-second commercial required a corporate babysitter.
"Does she think she knows lighting better than me? I don't need her supervision."
The assistant wisely stayed silent, handing Joey a cup of warm water.
She knew exactly why Joey was seething. The actress had spent years cultivating a 'sweetheart' persona, only to have it nearly destroyed by Sienna's audio recording. Though Joey's manager took the brunt of the blame, the rival agencies had capitalized on the scandal.
It had been an exhausting PR nightmare, only barely smoothed over by her loyal fanbase.
And now, just weeks later, here was her nemesis, strutting around her set.
"Let's just avoid her today," the assistant pleaded softly. "If she records you again, it could ruin us. Let's just focus on the job."
"Who's provoking her?" Joey scoffed. "Let her record whatever she wants. I've got nothing to hide."
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Before the official cameras rolled, the crew ran several lighting tests.
This tedious process required models to hold uncomfortable poses indefinitely while the director tweaked the lighting and angles. It was agonizing, uncredited work that never made the final cut.
Because this footage was never publicized, A-listers usually let stand-ins handle it to save their energy.
What a terrifyingly brilliant actress.
While Sienna had long seen through the facade, someone nearby was having their illusions violently shattered.
"She is a nightmare! I was so gentle, but she complained the metal was too cold, then said I was too slow. And then she told me to stop breathing so heavily because the air was giving her delicate skin goosebumps!"
"Fine, maybe I was slow, but I was terrified of scratching her! But my breathing?! What am I, a toxic exhaust pipe?"
Sienna turned her head.
It was the same crew member from earlier. Her lanyard identified her as Joy Lane.
Catching Sienna's eye, Joy offered a mortified, sheepish smile.
The embarrassment was justified.
Just that morning, she had been aggressively praising Joey as her precious idol...

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